Challenge Time

What's the worth of survival?
What's the worth of being alive in general?
I know I've made nothing out of it...
I doubt I'll ever get the initiative to anyways.

Mehh

Walked away...
Heard them say
"Poisoned hearts will never change'

Who gave me the stinger?

What put the poison in me?

I don't doubt that it's there.

This

I decided I kinda really, really hate big fonts. Like, it's so obnoxious to have to look at them all the time. Godd, what we're the font people thinking?


hogbone44: Ok.
7:29:10 PM hogbone44: I take it you're happyish.
7:30:08 PM lordessray: Nah. I kinda wanna hack my skin open until I bleed to death, but, that's one of those things I just try to cover up by being bubbly.


Poetic?

Another post?! =O

Yeah, I'm bored, and the music is really loud, and it's dark, I love it when my parents aren't home.


I'm having another one of those nights,
An aching, blinking, over absorbed sort of night,
The kind where I sit in scilence and think of how I've done wrong,
The kind where I feel the air is like sandpaper on my skin,
I'm always shaking anymore,
This pricking feeling in my eyes won't leave me alone,
I've lost my will to sleep,
And to feed,
And I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do next,
It just another close and open of the eyes,
Hoping the next second won't bring me to the knife


Tonights posts dedicated to Ben and his extreme lovelyness.

Neww Notebook....

I gots one :)

Here's the only thing written in it, I don't really like it but meh.

Shadows can give,
Funny looks,
to pale white skin, marks that might be,
the blooming of blood,
anywhere on skin,
That i wish i was,
strong enough to make

At school...

HI BEN! You're sitting next to me!

Uhm, time to type something from memory, cuz, Ben has my notebook....


I expolode,
A nova,
Tense on notebook pages...

Something I stumbled

What Do Women Want?

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
doughnuts in their cafe, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm you worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

© Kim Addonizio


I think i've felt this way...

This is the first....

So... I wrote this... yeah...

We both know,
that this hearts become, a jauggernaut star,
blasting about reckless and bright,
I'll cling to the faith,
And hope I'm not the one it breaks
PT2-------
But only if it's not too late,
I'll be the savior baby,
Slice out my eyes every day,
Dig the ocean into my heart,
Is this a pledge?
I'm screaming from your razors kiss,
A shiny, sharp sort of security,
And the blood leaks from my wrist,
I never made this a promise,
I'll be your savior baby,
You'll never save me baby.